Chapter 297: The self-blame
Augustine stood at the parking lot of the hospital under the weight of the incident pressing down on him like a boulder. His thoughts were a chaotic storm of rage, guilt, and fear. The image of Megan charging at Anne with a knife kept coming to his mind.
His jaw clenched as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to outrun his own thoughts.
He had done everything to secure the place, stationed extra guards, and checked every entry point. He thought everything was under control and that no mishap would happen at the event.
Yet somehow, Megan had slipped in. She had disguised herself, walked right under their noses, and turned the festive mood into a nightmare.
A sick feeling twisted in his gut as he replayed the moment.
He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and let the smoke fill his lungs. His eyes burned with fury.
"Fuck," he muttered, the smoke coming out of his mouth and nose.
He had been overly confident, too sure that everything was in place, that the mansion was locked down tight and the security flawless. He had taken things lightly and failed to double-check the arrangements. And that complacency had almost cost Anne her life and the life of their unborn child.
His stomach turned at the thought. He could hardly breathe.
In his past life, he had hit her with his car accidently, taking her life. Fate had given him a second chance, and he had sworn he would protect her, no matter what.
Yet, he had failed again.
"It’s all my fault," he growled, slamming his fist onto the roof of his car. "I should’ve checked the weak spots. How the hell did she get in? Why didn’t anyone stop her earlier?"